My four hens took their first steps outside yesterday.
The day before I opened the coop door but they didn’t go into the yard. They were afraid.
This time they made it all the way to the front porch. There they checked to see if the cats had left any food.
Chickens have good memories. First, they were afraid to go outside, thinking the coyotes might be lurking nearby. Second, they remembered about the cat food.
Each day I will weigh if it is nice enough to let them roam the yard or to stay inside. Wisconsin weather can be fickled and if snow happens to return, the hens will stay inside. They hate putting their feet in the cold snow.
On my drive home the other day, I spotted this bald eagle. Since I was on a quiet country road, I stopped to take this photo. I zoomed in as best I could, snapping a quick picture before I spooked it and it flew away.
I didn’t have to go anywhere for the next photo.
A couple of my hens came looking for me.
I think they learned how to beg at the window from the cats who often lurk by the same window when it’s close to feeding time.
I had one slice of bread and broke it up for my hens.
They came running when I called them, both the old girls and the young ones.
Watch as they steal and run with little pieces of bread.
These two came begging for more, looking in the kitchen window.
Usually, it’s cats looking in the window, but not today–the other day I had one chicken looking in and one barn cat. Both wanted a treat. The chicken doesn’t care what they get, even a cat treat. The cat would turn its nose up at chicken feed though.